My raisinette

Let's talk poop!

(Not in the mood for fecal conversation? Head over here, to my spankin' new product review blog where I discuss the spraylicious properties of the Kinesys sunscreen that the Parent Bloggers Network sent me.)

Back to poop.

And raisins. Which are Miss Dub's new favorite treat. The girl can consume them like a banshee, assuming banshees are babies who eat raisins in heaping handfuls.

I like them because they're cheap and contain one ingredient: grapes. Miss Dub likes them because ... well, who knows? She doesn't say much besides "Duck, duck, duck, bloozabur!" these days.

But after feeding her two good boxes worth of them the other day - partly because they did a really good job of keeping her quiet at Costco -I was in for a surprise. It came time to change her diaper, and while I should have been tipped off by the serious effort her contribution had taken, I was shocked to discover something inside when I opened it.

Raisins. Completely whole, untouched raisins. You'd think I'd dropped them in there, except for their less dehydrated appearance.

I wanted to say, "Dear goodness child, you have a stinky vineyard growing in your diaper!"

Instead I said something like, "What a good poopie you made!" because someone once told me that positive diaper talk helps encourage easy potty training, and I'm too scared to test the theory otherwise.

I'm slightly concerned for a few reasons - Is Miss Dub not chewing her food? How are these raisins in such completeness? (Although, only a third of them seem to make it to sunlight again.) Also, how bad does that hurt considering the size of raisins in proportion to her trap door is pretty close?

Finally, am I not supposed to feed her raisins? Must I head straight back to puff cereal and cheese cubes?

And while we're being disgusting - and doesn't it feel good sometimes? - what food makes for the worst diapers in your opinion? My BFF always says, "Wait until the McDonald's chicken nugget diapers!" And, to be honest, I'm happy to wait.

Thoughts? The grosser, the better. I'm just feeling naughty today.